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Nothing but Lust

Sunday, November 07, 2004 | 1 minute read

With her auburn colored curls
flying in the breeze, she frolicked with desire
Her well-shaped breasts danced in rhythm
Setting this heart singing in lustful admire

I put my hands deep in her thick long hair
feeling the soft, velvet and silken mane
Sending a satisfied note down my spine
I tugged her deep into my chest without shame

Grabbing her silken hair with both hands
Suddenly I lifted her face close to mine
Feeling her smell lingering all around
I kissed her rounded lips pristine

Still holding her by her hair
I drank her mouth with mine
The torrid passion embedded within me
flew through my tongue down her spine

Abruptly, she tried to walk away
But her hair was entangled in my arms
And reluctantly she returned to my fold
As lust formed the bond with unknown norms

Looking deep in my misty eyes
She saw the lust bridge the desire
Sweeping her face of the ginger strand hair, surprise
she reached to kiss, reigniting the fire

Blissful of the surrounding dust
She threw her clothes and closed on me
I grabbed her body and hair, fusing desire and lust
Together, dissolving passionately in the world of me


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